Tim’s mother told him that in 1926 she was a teen in Ireland who hid on a ship sailing to America. She had no papers when she ran awa… from her parents’ thatched-roof hu…
It’s many miles from easy to the e… For some, the end is dawn. For ot… the nightfall of imbroglio because the end depends upon your ticket and every ticket’s punched one-way…
It’s almost time for the Academy… Theaters are showing their best mo… and someone I know wants to go. I used to pay 15 cents to see Roy… in black and white cowboy up on Tr…
The haberdasher has that season of the year he rids his racks, his bins of oddments. I have no season of the year
Someone you respect does something that sticks in your craw like a fish bone dining in a crab shack. You try to cough it up
Two people so different can view the poor through different lenses and offer a solution but not the same solution
America has two kinds of migrants, those with money and those with hope, a farmer’s wife told me the day I stopped to buy some eggs.
twenty-four houses on the same block everyone inside milling about one lost a job
He publishes poems by writers who find no publishers elsewhere. They suffer rejection and he gives them hope.
They’re getting older, five brothers and sisters, all with degrees, jobs, families, nice homes, good lives, happier than most except when they must
Twin sons in different cities decked out in new suits fly home for the holidays arrive at the airport
Sagebrush on Broadway a Big Mac wrapper tumbles softly down the street Donal Mahoney
Bill would come every Sunday to his mother’s house after a tough divorce. He’d bring his laundry for his mother to do and then he’d devour the roast beef dinner she always made for him....
A little boy from the city down on the farm for a day wanders away to look at the sheep and finds a bull
If one could store them in the attic without stir and turn to other things, to picking fruit, perhaps, or seeding it, one could afford